We're truly nowhere now, and there is no fight for who's king. Through a tear in two souls crawls the shapelessness of this dream. I lay down in the sun to spring leaks, when in pours my weight in dead fruit, under which the ground gives way…

Extravagant and clean and practised, oh, so very well, they pose and fall and knead and climb, unclothed yet practical. The ceiling sets the scene and I am reminded not to go. I'm at the mercy of this posthumous woe. Never seen again…

All parts by CMOR 2012

Yet another song written while underwater... (from my 2005 album, Bloom Already!!)

She coming down like a hurricane...

Yet another song written while underwater... (from my 2005 album, Bloom Already!!)

Here's a new one, heard a saying on an advert, 'your home isn't a home unless... ' Out popped this, right let's see what you've all been up to lately, had a few days off. Catch up time.

DOOR MAT Key - A A) My daddy treated Mama like a door mat D) Me and little brother didn't like that We E) never understood what was going A) down My daddy was the guy to fix your tv And he could fix a Fender or a Peavey (But) Daddy…

Gone are the days of the past

Gone are the days of the past